Bus Stop

Mike watched as Rajeev slowly carved his way to the center of the stage. Kind of a unique idea as opposed to starting the dance from the middle of the stage. Rajeev's movements were slow and controlled, but large enough to propel him quickly to his destination.

Mike noticed that he had a small silver ball in his hand, and that he was curling and uncurling his hand. He had to look twice when Rajeev flattened his hand completely and the silver ball did not drop. Mike made a mental note to investigate Rajeev's theatrical tricks after the dance concert was over.

The two had volunteered for the dance camp not two weeks before it started, so both had had to scramble to choreograph pieces for the age groups they had. Mike had gotten the older children, from about age 11 to age 14, and Rajeev had the task of teaching 7 to 10 year olds the fundamentals of movement. Mike knew Rajeev could do it; he was an excellent teacher with a way of explaining things to the children that made it easy to understand the concepts. Rajeev was very protective of his work and had not allowed Mike to see any of it until tonight's performance.

Rajeev had picked a fun instrumental song for the children to dance to. It had a nice oceanic feel to it. Mike was surprised at how well the children performed, with Rajeev's modern style requiring quite a bit of concentration and focus. Even the boy with crutches managed to ebb and flow gracefully. Suddenly Mike felt a little self conscious about his own group's performance, having picked something a bit more fluffy and pop-like.

Mike's thoughts came back to Rajeev's performance, which was coming to an end with movement that secretly reminded Mike of a Sailor Scout transformation. When it was over the parent filled audience clapped politely, but Mike could clearly see in the faces that it had been a bit over their heads. Oh the perils of the abstract dancer in the cookie cutter world of suburbia. Mike felt for Rajeev, but at the same time he felt more encouraged about the success of his group's performance as well as his solo.

The children rushed onto the stage and into the formation Mike had drilled them into memorization. Their faces flushed with nervous energy mixed with the heat from the spotlights now focused on them. The music came on, loud and proud, and Mike's group started their dance. Mike already noticed that a few were still struggling to hit the moves on time, but they all kept the attitude up like he had instructed. As long as you didn't show that you had noticed your mistake, the audience usually didn't either.

When the music stopped the parents went wild with obvious enjoyment and Mike's chest swelled with pride. Now it was his turn for a solo. He knew the parents weren't really interested in watching what the teacher can do, but he had enough friends in the audience to make the performance feel like it was worth anything. He had gone with a freestyle hip hop style. Secretly he much preferred to do modern improv, but he had grown up to be a crowd pleaser, and if it was cool tricks and moonwalking that they wanted, who was he to deny them?

Rajeev watched Mike from the side of the stage. He wished he could move as tightly as Mike, but his body just seemed to want to flow gracefully. Stopping on a dime just didn't feel right with him. Mike really was an amazing dancer, even if he wasn't such a good friend. Rajeev knew he was trying though, after he had called him up to ask if he was interested in the summer dance camp for the kids. They hadn't talked to each other in months after Mike had gotten on his high horse and hurt Rajeev's feelings beyond repair. Not that what he said wasn't true... Rajeev knew he needed to try a little harder for his grades in college, but so much was going on in his life that he just couldn't focus on his studies. Dance was his only solace, but after Mike spurned him Rajeev had grown a distaste for it. That disappated as quickly as Mike extended the invitation. The first few days of working together had been awkward, but gradually they called a silent truce and Rajeev dared to think that they could be friends again.

Applause woke Rajeev from his daydream and found Mike coming towards him to grab his hand and pull him onto the stage. They took their bows with all of the children and had one last one with just them before the show was over and the crowd began to leave. Rajeev made to leave as well, but found his hand caught tightly with Mike's.

"Wanna go do some stuff in one of the dance rooms?" Mike asked.

Rajeev's face went red for a moment as his mind took him straight to the incident that had happened a year ago. A sweat streaked mirror and a cooling condom in his hand flashed through his mind. Squelching that down, he assumed Mike simply meant dancing around. He shook his head.

"I have to get home before I'm stranded."

"What do you-" Mike's words stopped in his throat as Rajeev pulled his hand away and left quickly.

Rajeev walked quickly across the parking lot of the university building that had served as the dance camp for 6 weeks. He really didn't want Mike to know that he had to take the bus home. He had finally seen some pride in Mike's eyes, and he really didn't want to ruin it and make Mike look at him with pity again. He arrived at the bus stop, feeling a lot more agitated than he should have.

He bounced on his heels a little, still a little hyper from the performance. He pulled out his mp3 player and put on a relaxing song. He found himself moving to the music and laughed at himself. Was there ever a time when he wasn't dancing? Rajeev closed his eyes and let the music consume him, moving in whatever manner felt appropriate.

Mike slowly left the parking lot, glancing around for straggling parents and children who could fall subject to impact with his SUV. His eyes caught a flash of white on the side of the road and he saw that it was Rajeev, dancing at the bus stop. Mike smiled to himself. Rajeev really couldn't go 5 minutes without dancing in some form. He carefully pulled up a little ahead of the bus stop, not sure when the bus was due to arrive, and got out. As he approached the smaller dancer he saw that Rajeev was totally zoned out. Mike knew when he got like that he could easily miss the bus and not even know it. As much as he hated having to break Rajeev's trance, he couldn't let him be stranded.

Rajeev started at the hand on his shoulder and turned around quickly.

"Dude! I almost peed my pants!" he exclaimed witlessly as he pressed pause on his music player.

Mike laughed, "Oh, that would have been great."

Rajeev pulled the earbuds from his ears and began wrapping the wire around the player, "I thought you weren't going to leave until later."

Mike noticed Rajeev averting his eyes in some nameless shame, "Nah, I didn't feel like dancing by myself in the big empty building."

A silence settled between them as Rajeev continued slowly wrapping his headphones around the tiny mp3 player and Mike looked down at him. Mike hated awkward silences and cleared his throat before asking why Rajeev was waiting for the bus.

"Don't you have your car tonight?"

Rajeev pocketed the mp3 player and looked up at Mike, "Yes, I have my car."

"So why didn't you drive it here?"

"Because I can't..." Rajeev looked away to glance down the road, hoping to see a bus approaching.

"No gas?" Mike pressed.

Rajeev sighed, "No." He instantly mentally kicked himself for not just agreeing. Then Mike would get off his case and would still have some pride in him. Alas, Rajeev was terrible at lying to people he knew.

"Then what?" Mike asked, putting his hand on Rajeev's shoulder again, "You can tell me."

Rajeev sighed and looked down the road again, "Having a car is useless when you don't have a license."

He looked at Mike, who was slightly wide-eyed, "How'd you get it taken away?"

Man, this was uncomfortable for Rajeev, and he felt his agitation rising again. He stepped back.

"I'm not going to tell you. You already think I'm retarded."

Mike stepped forward, never backing down from a challenge, "Whatever dude, just tell me."

"Fine. I had a little seizure at work on my last day at that fast food place. The doctor was freaking because it's my second one in a year, so he thought it best to take my license away for 6 months. Honestly it's not that big of a deal because I ride the bus and train everywhere anyway, so don't you dare try to think anything against me."

Mike blinked in surprise at the passion that rose in the voice of his friend towards the end of his confession. Rajeev was always so defensive when admitting to something he thought of as a weakness.

"That's...lame." Mike said, settling on a word that didn't sound too sympathetic.

"Yeah, but whatever. At least I can use my Ed Pass from school, even in the summertime."

"Does that work for the train too?"

Rajeev nodded and looked down the road again, "Where's the effing bus when you need it?"

"I'll give you a ride home tonight. It's no big deal."

Rajeev turned around with a flare in his eyes as though ready to vehemently object, but instead he sighed and consented.

As Mike pulled onto the road he commented on Rajeev's performance.

"That ball thing looked really cool. Reminded me of this thing I saw at a magic show."

"Thanks. I feel a little like I wasted it on that audience though."

"You should perform it again in a different show. Like, one where people go knowing what kind of dancing they're going to see."

"Maybe..." Rajeev said, staring out the window.

Mike felt a little mischievious with Rajeev trapped in his car, "Or you could just give me a private showing."

He took his eyes off the road for a second to see Rajeev's scandalized expression.

"I KNEW that's what you meant when you asked me about doing stuff in a dance room!"

Mike laughed out loud, "Actually, I really did mean dancing, but when I saw you blush I knew you were totally thinking about that one time. I just like messin' with ya."

Rajeev smoothed his shirt with his hands in a nervous gesture, "Well, for the record I wouldn't be opposed to an encore performance... in any sense."

Damn. Mike felt his cock twitch to life with Rajeev's words. He knew he had to be careful with the situation in order to keep it going the way he wanted it to.

"So... would you be opposed to performing at my place tonight?"

Rajeev shifted in a way that told Mike that he was getting turned on too, "That would be fine."

With that consent Mike turned left at the next light and headed over to his apartment. This was going to be hot.
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"Wanna know something weird and kinda funny?" Rajeev whispered atop Mike's lap after removing his shirt.

"What?"

Mike's shirt came off and landed somewhere near Rajeev's. Rajeev bent down to whisper in Mike's ear, "You make me so fucking horny when we get like this and I feel like a total cock-slut for wanting you so badly."

Mike smiled and went to work on Rajeev's pants. "That's because you are. You're a cute lil closet cock-whore."

Rajeev helped wiggle out of his pants, "But it's only with you and when you make me all hot."

"That's fucking hot." Mike said, nudging Rajeev up so he could remove his own pants, "Let's go to my room."

Rajeev laid down on the bed and watched Mike go through a drawer, withdrawing a condom and a bottle of lubricant. Mike set them on the bedside table and then laid next to Rajeev. Rajeev turned to him and planted a kiss on him, which Mike returned with a deeper one. Rajeev moaned when Mike let his tongue explore his mouth, moving his to do the same. Mike's tongue seemed to have developed quite a talent since the last time they had done this. Rajeev grew impatient and moved to lay on top of Mike. As they continued kissing, he put a hand down between them to play with Mike's erection, earning a deep moan from Mike.

"Fuck." Mike said, pushing Rajeev away for a moment to grab the lube and condom. He handed the condom package to Rajeev to open and then he popped open the lube to pour some on his fingers. Rajeev lifted his ass up and Mike made quick work of lubing him up. Rajeev made a small noise of loss as Mike removed his fingers to coat them again, this time spreading the liquid over his erection.

Rajeev snickered, "Wait." He took the condom out of the package and carefully rolled it on to Mike's cock. Mike lubed up his condom covered cock and before he took his hand away Rajeev had already positioned himself to descend down on it. They both watched Rajeev's ass slide down Mike's entire length. When it was fully sheathed, Rajeev threw his head back to moan contentedly.

"You really are a little cock-slut, huh?" Mike whispered while grabbing at Rajeev's ass. Rajeev nodded and moaned again. "You love my cock, don't you?"

"Oh fuck yeah." Rajeev panted, starting to grind on Mike. The dirty talk was something new, too, but secretly Rajeev loved when guys talked like that and got even hotter hearing Mike talk like that.

"Yeah, ride my cock baby."

Rajeev slid up and down slowly, loving the feel of Mike's cock sliding in and out of him. He bent down and kissed Mike passionately as he started going faster. Mike moaned into his mouth and grabbed Rajeev's ass harder as he started thrusting upwards into him.

"Yeah...fuck yeah..." Rajeev panted as Mike pounded into him. He stopped grinding for a moment just to feel Mike slide in and out ever faster. He stopped one moment too long and Mike flipped them over, bucking madly into Rajeev, who gave a pleasured scream at the surprise and different angle. Rajeev started moving his hips with Mike, grabbing him closely. He dragged his nails down Mike's back and Mike gave a great tremble before slowing his thrusts.

"Bastard... made me cum already." Mike said breathlessly, starting to jack Rajeev off.

Rajeev made a pleasured noise and then came himself, spilling onto Mike's hand. Mike bent down and slowly frenched Rajeev as his heart rate came down. He carefully slid out and took the condom off, tossing it in the trash next to his bed. He fetched a damp cloth and proceeded to clean himself and Rajeev off while Rajeev watched wordlessly. When that was done Mike pulled on some shorts from the floor before laying back next to Rajeev.

"Speechless, are we?" he smiled, gliding his hand over Rajeev's chest. Rajeev looked over at him.

"You owe me another round."

"That's fine by me, but may I inquire as to why?"

"Cuz I was totally not done with getting my brains pounded out when you finished." Rajeev lamented, sitting up.

"Oh whatever dude, that was your fault for scratching me."

"How was I to know you were into that? I've only had sex with you once before."

Mike sat up, "Hmm... is that an invitation to fuck you some more?" he asked, kissing Rajeev's shoulder.

"Of course... if you're up to it."

Mike laid back down, "Not right this moment, if that's what you're getting at."

Rajeev turned over to lay on his stomach, "I was, but I guess I'll let you rest or something first."

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I wrote this over the summer a while ago. I think I'll do one more with this pair and then I'll be done. This isn't my fav, but I figured I'd put it up anyway.